Morning

As morning comes 
finally, the more I miss the broken 
After my nights. 
Who could illuminate 
large window of heaven? 
Today Is a light down into the world. 
Who opens the curtain of the cloud, 
and the heavens blind? 

This is the day to write, 
the script for the future 
the play. 

I swallowed all 
words that come to town. 
I slept for a century dumb? 
night shadows blanket. 
I want to throw these out 
all the words too long 
unspoken. The same rhymes rhythm, 
and the passion to find me even more. 
I'm so like a young wild deer, 
ready for future large jump length.